Just One Night Together (Flatiron Five Fitness #3) - Deborah Cooke Page 0,51
Thursday. He doesn’t even have a name yet.”
“Ninja,” Damon said through his teeth.
Haley stifled the urge to laugh. “Maybe.” She bent and, for the first time, the tom came to her, winding around her ankles, then sitting on her foot. He continued to glare at Damon, his tail flicking and his ears folded back.
“You can’t have chosen him for his looks.”
“I think he’s beautiful. Look at how sleek and black he is. Like a little panther.”
Damon snorted. “He looks pretty beat up.”
The cat hissed at him.
“They said he was in a fight and they had to patch him up. I think it’s his attitude that kept him from being adopted for so long.”
“He’s not exactly a charmer.”
“He defended me.”
“From me.” Damon shook his head and exhaled. “Of course, his attitude wouldn’t stop you.”
“What does that mean?”
“That you like to bring home strays.”
Haley chose not to be insulted. “There’s nothing wrong with helping others.” She reached down and rubbed the cat’s ear and he actually purred a little. “I thought he needed somebody.”
“And so you stepped up to be that person.” Damon frowned. “What about what you want, Haley? What about what you need, as opposed to what everyone else needs from you?”
“Oh, that’s why I brought you home,” she said. “You were going to give me an orgasm. I could use that.”
Damon gave her a look that reminded her so perfectly of the tom’s expression at the shelter that she laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“I thought he reminded me of you. I promise I won’t call him Damon, though.”
“What?”
“Oh, come on. You both have attitude. You’re both grumpy and uncooperative. You’re both spoiling for a fight.” Her voice faltered but she continued anyway. “And you’re both beautiful, powerful, honorable males.”
Damon met her gaze. “Beautiful?”
Haley nodded, her mouth dry. “Gorgeous.”
He smiled and closed the distance between them, looking like a predator on the hunt. She was more than ready to be his prey. He cupped her face in his hands and drew her to her toes, his gaze searching hers. “No one’s called me that before.”
“Maybe you need more perceptive friends.”
His smile was as quick and seductive as ever, then he bent and touched his lips to hers. The cat yowled, but Haley ignored him. She loved that Damon was asking permission, though her answer wasn’t in any doubt. She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to him, welcoming him, inviting him, surrendering to him.
He made a little growl in the back of his throat, then slanted his mouth over hers. It was a masterful and hungry kiss, a conquering kiss, a kiss that left no doubt about his intentions for the foreseeable future. It was a kiss that ensured Haley’s short-term goals were exactly the same as his. It set her blood on fire and left her panties wet.
The cat slipped away and she heard him land on the end of the kitchen counter. Haley didn’t care where he went.
Damon’s hands were on her, nudging her coat and her sweater aside, working beneath her clothes to touch her skin. She couldn’t get naked fast enough and found her own hands diving beneath his shirt, pushing it up to his shoulders, unfastening his jeans. It was a fever with Damon, a need to get as close as possible as soon as possible. She’d never felt such urgency with anyone else, and he seemed to feel it as well. He groaned when her bare breasts touched his chest, then deepened his kiss. They shed clothes in every direction, then he abruptly broke their kiss and reached to pull out the bed. Haley took the opportunity to remove the rest of her clothes and steal a good long look of him naked.
Then he turned and smiled at her, beckoning with a single finger. Haley could see that he was huge and hard. “How do you like it best?” he murmured against her throat, his hands sliding over her skin.
“I want to mix it up for 2018. Out with the old and in with the new.”
His eyes gleamed. “So, you’ve been on top, and I’ve been on top.” His finger eased between her thighs and she gasped when he caressed her. “From behind? Against the wall again? Caveman style?” His fingers slid inside her, his thumb doing wicked things to her clitoris, Haley found herself squirming on his hand. “Should I eat you first? Tell me what you want, Haley.”
She shook her head, incoherent from his expert touch.